Ini ditulis bukanlah sebagai rujukan untuk sesiapa. I found this quite interesting to read – though I may not know how exactly the letters were originally written in Dutch, yet the one I read interprets it for me how she wrote it very thoughtful and beautiful. How can one not be impressed for a woman at the turn of 20th century to really have thoughts like woman nowadays? Unfortunately, she died at the very young age of 25 after giving birth to her first born child. The story doesn’t end up there, banyak lagi hal-hal yang terjadi setelah itu di mana kesukaran Kyai untuk menterjemahkan Quran pada waktu pemerintahan Belanda. I know this will be slow-going but I’m still trying to finish my reading.

So this is like my first attempt giving away freebies after all this time asyik menulis lol I’m tired with words, and this entry isn’t really a Wordless Wednesday oh God what have I done? Screw the title. Last night I couldn’t sleep well thinking why I gave up on drawings and paintings long ago. Probably because I felt like everything I made on the blank papers were just shits people don’t want to see. It is so hard to admit that I’m never good with real brushes. But there was a day when I tried learning some weird photoshop and macromedia flash stuff on the Youtube and it suddenly moved my heart to at least produce some shits that might make people happy – thanks God my siblings like what I did. As for now, I’m planning to produce more stuff like this as well as trying to better myself. Of course, lots of things to do. If you need anything then email me or just leave me your comments down here.

I disable my right click function but you can just click on the image to save it. You can always use them. Such freebies aren’t worth the world yet please take care of my babies and don’t forget to give credits.

There are times you talk about family
For how they made you feel,
or they didn’t.
There are times you talk about friends
For good things, they’d promised,
or they hadn’t.

There are times you’ll talk about
People or things you care,
or you won’t.
Maybe it’s time for you to go
Maybe it’s time for you to change,
or maybe it’s just you
A person of wishful thinking.

That you wake up each day
To look forward to feeling
Something new —
Yet, it still feels the same.
That you speak to the whole world —
How infatuated you have been,
No more, no more,
“It’s it, I would first fall in love with.”

That you long for the moments
More than the persons themselves.
Of dancing stars and night skies,
To which you weep your tears most.
But —
It isn’t just you.